Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Are you Mr. McLean? Since then, we have all heard of your deeds. Since Dumbledore, we at Hogwarts have finally come up with another person who can lead the overall situation. ... "

Maka and Blois' father and daughter had not reached the gate of the castle before they were stopped by some wizards who had heard the news. It can be seen that they are just curious about Maca, and most of them have no other meaning.

However, before they continued to approach, Willie lifted her wand without saying a word, blocking her a few steps away from Maca.

"Little girl, are you ... what's wrong? We were all Hogwarts students, presumably you too? Rest assured, we are all our own."

To be honest, Willie's action did seem a bit abrupt, after all, not only did these people not show any hostility to Maca, they also met with smiles. Even if the identity of the other party is not clear on Maca's side, obviously there is no need to show such a rough attitude.

维 But Willie pointed them at the tip of the wand without paying, keeping in front of Maca.

As for Mr. Blois, who has been following him, he is even more indifferent than Willie. 愣 is to treat this group of people as nothing, as if everything has nothing to do with him.

Because he only cares about the safety of his daughter, and the strength of these wizards is not worth mentioning in his opinion, there is no need to worry about it.

Other things, just leave it to Maca to judge.

However, just as the wizards' men and women's eyes passed over the unmoved Willie, and fell again to Maca, Maca suddenly looked up at the main fortress where the restoration of the main body was almost over.

After heavy treatment and regaining his gaze, he originally wanted to speak, and he would not speak at all—because he knew that the person who could be the master here was coming.

"Mr. McLean, what do you mean exactly?" A young wizard standing in front looked at Maca, wondering, "No, wait, are you Maca McLean?" "

Before that, they had all heard of Maca's actions to save ordinary wizards and even ordinary Muggles, so they thought that Maca was a kind and friendly wizard who had inherited Dumbledore's will completely. So now, after seeing Willie's inhumaneness and Maca's disregard, they have gradually come to understand and guess.

It's a pity that Maca obviously didn't intend to explain anything for them, and even had no excuse for the wizard's questioning.

As more people gathered at the door, you can see that the atmosphere at the scene became tense as their sights changed.

"Go in ... the old jazz said, let you meet in the auditorium ..."

Vaguely, Maca heard someone urging near the gate of the castle behind the crowd, but the effect did not seem to be very good. Most people were still gathered here, and more and more.

It is worth mentioning that the young witch who initially questioned did not speak anymore. Seeing his right hand in his pocket, he is probably already touching his wand.

"Let's make one."

Suddenly, an old but rather tough voice sounded from the gate, causing the hum in the crowd to stop immediately. Soon, everyone in the front gradually receded to the sides, making a figure suddenly appear in Maca's field of vision.

Maca saw that it was an old wizard who was already very old, and her pale hair was almost connected with the slightly curly white beard. Because they are not too carefully cared for and trimmed, they seem to be a little bit sloppy.

But the old wizard was wearing a set of old and simple old wizard robes. Only the Hitchpitch emblem on the side of his chest was still brand new.

Honestly, although this old wizard who should be about the same age as Dumbledore is far less tall than the former, Maca can feel it from the other person's sight-this is also a combination of wisdom and ability Old man.

"I'm Aslan, just like you, a Hedgehog."

The old Aslan said, then he pulled the coat of arms on the chest of the outer robe and smiled slightly. Immediately afterwards, he walked out and motioned towards the lake.

"Would you like to walk with me to the lake?"

Until then, Maca, who had not spoken to so many people just now, finally spoke.

"Although I don't know what we can say, but ... Of course, I still have a walk with the old man and chat for a while."

Maka said, she patted Willie, who was still standing in front of her, and took her father and daughter to the lake.

"Old Jazz-"

A sorcerer came forward and wanted to say something to the old Aslan, but he was blocked by the other hand.

"I said, go to the auditorium, don't run around for the time being-I'll talk to that McLean for a few words, everything else will wait until I come back."

"But ... old sir, is that really Maca McLean?"

The wizard asked with a frown, ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, but saw the old Aslan a slight meal, then looked at Maca's back and said:

"Relax! I can't think of anything other than Maca McLean."

The meaning of the old man was obvious, at least he thought that it would never be Haierbo—and if it was not Haierbo, besides Maca, there would be a third person who could make him feel with only one look Does it seem like a powerful wizard whose soul is shaking?

She shook her head slightly, and Old Aslan no longer talked to the other side, and walked straight in the direction that Maca left, disappearing slowly and quickly from everyone's eyes.

Uh ...

Nature's tolerance is powerful-when Maca stands by the lake, quietly admiring the water that is wrinkled by the breeze, he can't help but sigh secretly.

He also clearly remembers that when the meteorite was hit by Haierbo to the castle, the spreading shock wave lifted up the surrounding turf forest, and this lake was also attacked by many meteorite fragments, setting off a monstrous wave.

However, it didn't take long before many sprouts sprang up from the opened earth on the ground; in addition to some potholes being smashed by the lake, it also expanded the lake.

Even Hogwarts Castle, which had been fortified by the founder, was mostly destroyed, but the mountains, the lake, and the plants and flowers were only a little more insignificant.

"It's a trivial struggle," Maca said, turning her head and glancing not far from the lake, "Professor Dumbledore, do you mean it?"

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